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The back door opens and a rather dusty Horta glides in. Naraht heads over to the Bar to order a little graphite (there were enough rocks in the garden beds for supper, after all), but a package appears instead. It it wrapped in white paper and has a note attached.

And it's written in ink with infrared properties so it's easier for the Horta to read it.

To my dear hatchmate, may you always know you are loved and welcomed, Hank

"You loveable rascal!" Naraht says. "So this is the suprise?"

Naraht's fringe makes short work of the wrapping, exposing a pure, white marble heart.

"Mother bless!" the Horta murmurs.